To be Two

I love having a two year old, even though more often than I'm proud of you may find me complaining about temper tantrums and time outs.  His enthusiasm for simple things is boundless...as is his energy.  If his face while he's spinning around doesn't make you laugh out loud, you have lost the little kid in  you, and I am sorry.  Because this is all very good fun.  Luke is so proud of his somersaults.  He reminds me of when I was three or four (one of my earliest memories!)  and my Mom babysat my cousin J'mark everyday.  When J'mark would show up in the morning I would be so excited to see him that I would run around the couch and do a somersault on the cushions rolling into a headstand with my legs up on the wall behind the couch.  Recently when I've been feeling really sick and tired and wishing there was something to feel excited about it doesn't take me long to realize that the little person beside me is pretty darn excited - all the time.  He finds living and moving a thrill.  What an art.